FRESH FLESH With The Flesh Eaters

There’s a scene in Roger Corman’s Bucket Of Blood where the poet Maxwell, beard-and-shaded, commands the attention of hipsters tightly assembled at the local hang-out. “DEATH TO JIM, JOHN, JOE, JERK” he bellows. “LIFE IS BUT A SEA IN THE MULTITUDE OF FISHES.

August 1, 1983
Gregg Turner

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